A branch of red apricot came out

"Okay." Fu Luyang sighed, leaned against the table and asked, "Brother, do you feel sick when you draw Danmei?"

Yan Nuo looked up at him, "It's disgusting, I still draw, am I self-torturing?"

"Then what do you think of Danmei?"

Yan Nuo: "...?"

Fu Luyang looked at him: "..."

Fu Luyang said again, "Can I go to your dormitory at night?"

"Reason." Yan Nuo continued to use toilet paper to suck ginger juice for him, "There must be a reason."

Fu Luyang held back for a long while, but couldn't hold it back. It was no way to hide, and he had to learn from that person, and suddenly became sluggish and turned into glutinous rice cakes, "Forget it."

Yan Nuo looked at his limp figure back on his seat, and sighed in his heart, feeling melancholy.